Under theterms of the will I'd put in place, I had a modest trust fund coming onceI reached eighteen, along with the house and everything in it. The c...ar,the bike, the cabin out back, the computers, all of those were going to bemine again. I'd even get my collection of beloved books back. Somebody Itrusted was looking after all of that now.I had all of that waiting for me once I was legal again, and meanwhile, Ihad the foster home. That meant I had someone looking out for me for whatwas left of. "At some point I have to start living, and stop running. Today's the day."He gave a hard look, and then relented. "That makes sense, but it is a lot harder to protect you when you're in one place, than if we keep you moving."I knew that."It's time to take my chances. I am going to hire some first class bodyguards, and try to be normal, or as normal as possible, anyway."He wasn't happy, but did put me in touch with the company Jack used to work with, to get me private security. They agreed to. Hart.'"For all my 'street face' was very anti-authoritarian, the note ofcommand that rung through her quietly stated demand made me jump toobey. Again I felt my face burn and lowering my eyes from hers, as shecalmly said."Now you try."For a moment she let me gaze at the floor before barking."Say it!"The command in her tone jerked my eyes up, and had me saying, almostbefore I knew it."You are very welcome Ms. Hart," which brought a chilly smile to hertone as she said."Perhaps you are trainable. They usemore adjectives. They talk softer and don't raise their voices. I thinkthat it is the problem." But if I talk more it will just be rubbish." True but women do talk rubbish to us, but not to them."It was true my mother could talk for ever about absolutely nothingwhereas dad just muttered a few words."You need to talk more like your mother."It was very late at night when we arrived so Mark went in and sortedthe room out and I followed carrying just my handbag and a paper bagcontaining.